Eight

RAPHAEL POV

"Cinzia..." I mumbled — such a precious name for a rare gem. Her name suited her perfectly.

I wondered if her parents saw her as the moon goddess before giving her such a name. The name also struck a chord, and I tried to recall where I had heard it.

The name of a distant Werewolf pack came to mind, but I wasn't certain if she was the one. I hadn't conducted a background check on her; it was only because Nikolai desired her that I bid on her in the first place.

However, asking her about her story seemed awkward. I never inquired about someone's background because it felt irrelevant. The only thing I sought in a prize was possession and the warmth of their presence in my bed.

I glanced towards the entrance as the door to the throne room swung open. Johnson strode towards me, halting a few feet away. He knelt on one knee, head bowed.

"She's settled in, sire. Is there anything else I should attend to?"

"Her maid should be with her. Also..."

I trailed off, turning my gaze upwar